Making up for lost time I live in LA. There are a lot of homeless people here. I see quite a few of them repeatedly. I never see other people that I don't know repeatedly like that. I think it is probably because not everyone else is outside as much. So, I was at Borders on the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica, getting some soup for my toddler. I see a woman sitting at one of the tables, and she seems homeless. She is wearing huge dark glasses, and her gray hair is greasy but brushed. She is wearing a short black dress. She seems to be sleeping. On her legs she is wearing black tights, with a very large run up one of the legs. It disappears under her very short skirt. She puts her legs up on a chair, and then I am certain that anyone at the right angle can see all the way up her skirt. An employee comes into the area, making the people at the table next to me buy something. She leaves the homeless lady alone. A couple of weeks later I am on the bus going to UCLA, when I see this same lady on the corner of Le Conte and Westwood. Quite a ways away from Santa Monica. She is wearing the same clothing, but no tights this time. She is wearing black pumps, and her legs are fat and doughy, but no cellulite. She has no ankles; her legs seem to be just stuffed inside of her shoes. She has a look of sex about her, given by the short dress, the big glasses, and the long silver hair. But not clean sex. There is another guy who lives in my neighborhood, and whenever I see him while walking, he says, "Hey there, pretty lady." He did this even while I was big and pregnant. I see him probably once a week, if not more. He was begging outside of Von's one time last year, and I bought him a sandwich. He would probably prefer money, but I just won't give homeless people money. One time my husband asked some homeless people what kind of fruit they liked, and he brought them some food. One guy didn't want any water. He said he never drank water. I was walking on National one day, and there is a lot of detritus from homeless people there under the 405. There was a portable toilet! That I have never seen. There are other people that I see frequently, but they aren't so interesting. Well, they are interesting in that they are definitely strange, but I don't feel like getting into it. Besides, I've got to get back to work. On another topic, one day a few weeks ago I was at lunch with my friend. There was a loud chattering noise, and we looked up into the tree above to see two squirrels fighting. It looked as if one was trying to invade the other's nest. They ran all over the tree, until one squirrel faked out the other by suddenly backtracking up the tree. The other squirrel then couldn't find him! Then, later that afternoon I was waiting for the bus when I saw two black birds in the tree across the street. The afternoon light was casting gold swathes on the tree, just beautiful. One bird was swooping down over the head of the other bird. Again and again the bird would swoop down in a great arc, then swoop up again. I don't know what that was all about. ladiebug was talking about her coochie lips the other day, saying that she was glad they didn't look like old chewing gum. I'm not so sure what she meant, and I have to confess to being a little bit worried now. Gosh, just what I needed to add to my list of insecurities! Well, I think she meant color. I've noticed that my color completely changes from one day to the next. I like light bubble gum pink the best. I've been having some difficulty posting, because I know that people in my real life read this. I want to maintain people's privacy, which isn't hard to do. The hard part is knowing that I might reveal things about my own self that might freak people out. (See above coochie talk.) I will just continue to do my best. As far as coochie goes. I like this word. Vagina is so clinical, and not accurate anyway. The vagina is strictly the hole, not the rest of it. Vulva is more accurate, but come on, who feels comfortable saying vulva? Geez. Pussy I like, but I don't feel comfortable saying it in normal conversation. It freaks people out. It also has very sexual connotations, and sometimes it's nice to have a word that isn't so sexual. So I've settled on coochie. It's cute. When I went to see the Vagina Monologues one word they had for it was coochie-snorcher. This is not acceptable. Snorcher? I don't think so! |